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unhingedchaos2025-09-02 10:30 pm
bestfuneralever) wrote in unhingedchaos2025-09-02 10:30 pm
@ inthesaferoom + ratmanreed
{He ain't heavy
he (might be?) my brother
As soon as possible, he arranged to keep his room until his return to town and then found the next available flight out of New York to Detroit. It'd probably only be a few days, maybe a week? He has no idea, and it's not like he packed anything much anyway. A single carry-on duffel.
It's short as plane rides go, around two hours, but it gave him time to nap. He texted Mike about the flight's landing time, but since he's just now getting his phone back on, he has no idea if he'll be here or not. Who knows, maybe he's busy and he sent his rat man to pick him up?
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He has seen better days, not that he knows of this. There are dry and peeling patches of skin, often bloody with an acrid smell. He could perhaps use a dentist, as those teeth of his do not allow his mouth to close entirely. Too many fangs.
And yet despite the differences, despite the almost hopeless nature of his stride, one could pick this man out from a crowd.
The Horror may have experienced some of his own but he is -
Hmm.
Yelling at an old lady to stop screwing him out of what she owes him?
Perplexing. ]
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Stops dead in his tracks. That voice. He knows that voice. Almost as well as he knows his own. His heart slams like a jackhammer in his chest and he spins on his heel, trying to figure out where it had come from.
And then his eyes land on the scene he's causing in the corner. A silhouette he is all too familiar with, even though he can't see his face from this angle.]
Ben? [He's shoving his way through people reuniting with their friends and family, making a determined bee line straight for him. And unfortunately for the other guy, he doesn't even hesitate to fling himself at him. ] I thought Vee sent you away for good, Benjalina, what the hell, man, you've just been in D-town this whole time?!
[Sorry, dude. He has no sense of personal space.]
CW casual SI, drugs
He is Ben after all, even if he remembers nothing. ]
You lonely? I'll suck you off for two lines. Come on, this kind of offer doesn't happen often.
[ He could ask for food. He's starving. But it's not as satisfying and puts off death a little longer. ]
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[ Rat man has been, unfortunately, sent. ]
Plane. LANDED. I KNOW IT DID
Hurry the fuck up I’m in my car I’m not coming to get you you can walk your ass HERE
PARKING LOT
CAR
SILVER MERCEDES COUPE not gray SILVER
Tell me when you’re in the parking lot and I’ll flip you off and then you’ll know it’s me
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how do u kno we didnt run in2 trouble
u dont u dont know s hiiiit
im comin im comin
hold on a fuckin min
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"Ha-ha, you were right," he says, sliding in the passenger seat of Gavin's car, his bag going down to rest at his feet. "that did make it easy to find you." Flipping him off was a hilarious way to flag him down, in Klaus' opinion.
To no one's surprise, Klaus has absolutely no impulse control and almost immediately starts to reach for the radio– if Gavin doesn't stop him, he'll regret it, because he's a chronic channel-flipper.
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“Took you fucking long enough, dipshit.”
Gavin just glares. Swatting at Klaus’ hand as he goes for the radio.
“Don’t you fucking touch my car. Doing this as a favor to Mike. For some reason. Where are we heading to, dumbass?”
He, admittedly, didn’t bother cleaning his car. Not for criminal scum. There’s a small shopping bag, as well as a hamburger wrapper, where Klaus sets his stuff.
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"OW!" he yanks his hand back. Surely, this is mostly dramatics, even if Gavin actually smacked him, but who could ever be sure? "You're just like Diego," he mumbles. "so weird about his car all the time."
Klaus could hardly give a damn about any perceived "mess" in the car. He won't even notice, truly. "We need Mike first," he points out. "Kinda defeats the purpose of this DNA test quest we're on if he's not also there, don'tcha think, Detective?" Not even a snarky name this time, aren't you proud of him, Gavin?!
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“Not grouchy. You’re just a dick. And a little bitch.”
Gavin makes sure to emphasize that last bit. It’s important, right? Very important.
“I’m nothing like you and your merry band of freaks.”
He purses his lips as he drives. Wanting this freak to be out of his car and out of his life — but that’s not going to happen, is it? Not if Klaus is right about all this.
But Mike is who matters here. Mike. And he’d be happy about this, yeah? Having a freaky family? And Gavin can help him find that, even if his role is small here. Chauffeur of weirdos.
“How about I drop you off at the station, you go do your little spit thing, and Mike donates his very lovely spit in his own goddamn time? Then you can go back to whatever hole you crawled out of.”
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He snorts at that suggestion, "Uhhh no?" he laughs again. "I'm at least gonna be here for a few days, week maybe. I wanna see my niece, thank you."
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At the next stoplight, Gavin gives him another scowl: eyes thinned. Lips pursed.
“Don’t think you could be what I want you to be be. Don’t think you could do that, which is to fuck off.”
He groans dramatically, then: “Don’t give a fuck about any ‘niece.’ Tell me you aren’t staying with us, though. You better fuckin’ tell me that.”
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Klaus shrugs. "I mean. Kinda figured I would be? But I can figure something out." Yes, in a city this far from home, he could still easily find someplace to crash while he was in town if he absolutely had to.